When the song ended, Xue Qiong and the other dancers knelt down and shouted, "Long live the mighty Emperor."
"Pingshen." Xuan Ling said.
Xue Qiong smiled sweetly and approached, holding up a jug of Wusun wine. "This wine is brewed from flaming grapes from the Western Regions. Your Majesty, please do me the honor of tasting it."
Eunuch Fu tested the wine jug for poison and found it to be safe. Xuan Ling picked up the wine glass and took a sip of the wine.
When Xueqiong was retreating with the wine jug, she accidentally spilled some of the wine in the jug.
"Your Majesty, I deserve to die. I'm sorry..."
Xue Qiong knelt down to wipe the wine off Xuan Ling's sleeves.
While wiping, her fingertips accidentally brushed against the pulse on his wrist.
Xuan Ling was in a good mood today and did not blame him.
Sheng Xiyan smiled and said, "Princess, please take a seat. I will wipe the floor for His Majesty."
"Thank you, Sister Noble Concubine." Xue Qiong nodded gratefully.
Sheng Xiyan picked up the handkerchief and wiped the wine stains on Xuan Ling's sleeves. When she looked up, she found that his eyes were fixed on the audience.
She followed his gaze and saw that Xuan Ling was staring at Xue Qiong!
Xue Qiong was chatting and laughing with the concubine next to her. She smiled and looked at the emperor.
Sheng Xiyan felt her heart suddenly shaken, as if she had fallen from the top of a mountain to the bottom of a valley. The severe pain made her almost unable to breathe.
The last time Xuan Ling looked at another woman like this was Cui Nianmi, but they were having a quarrel and he was deliberately trying to anger her.
So what about now? Why was he looking at Xue Qiong like this? Was he mesmerized by her dancing?
Xuan Ling and Xue Qiong's eyes met. Although the emperor's expression was solemn, Xue Qiong shyly stroked the curly hair by her ear.
Empress Lian Duan saw this scene and took the opportunity to say, "Your Majesty, Princess Xueqiong's dancing is truly graceful and agile. She has been in the palace for over two months. It is time to confer her a title."
Sheng Xiyan stared at Xuan Ling closely, her hands unconsciously clenched the corner of her clothes, and a heart-wrenching feeling of dizziness surged in her heart.
Xuan Ling felt a little itchy behind his ear, so he reached out and scratched it. A fleeting cinnabar mole appeared behind his ear.
He then noticed that Sheng Xiyan's expression was not right, and asked with concern: "Yanyan, are you feeling unwell?"
Sheng Xiyan pushed his hand away, tears welling up in her eyes.
Empress Duan sarcastically said, "Sister Noble Concubine, if you are tired, you can go back first. This is only half of the banquet. You are not in good health and it is really tiring to sit here."
Sheng Xiyan stared at Xuan Ling with resentful eyes, wanting to question him, but his expression clearly showed his concern for her.
Is she overthinking it?
Xuan Ling said softly, "Yan Yan, are you tired? How about we go first? I'll go back with you to rest."
Sheng Xiyan asked in a hoarse voice: "Are you willing to give it up?" Is she implying that he is reluctant to give up Xue Qiong?
Xuan Ling was as patient as ever, caressing her face with his warm hands. "Silly girl, what's so great about these performances? I'll take you back to rest."
He helped Sheng Xiyan up, and everyone stood up and said respectfully, "Farewell to the Emperor, and to the Imperial Concubine."
Sheng Xiyan looked back unconsciously, only to see Xue Qiong looking at her with a provocative smile?
When she came to her senses, she saw Xuan Ling's gaze fell on Xue Qiong again!
She looks at him, he looks at her, she looks at him?
What is going on?
Sheng Xiyan angrily shook off Xuan Ling's arm and walked forward quickly.
Xuan Ling caught up with her in two or three steps, hugged her and asked, "What's wrong with you? Why are you still angry?"
Tears rolled down Sheng Xiyan's eyes, and she frowned and looked extremely sad, just like a white pear blossom soaked in water, which made me feel even more pitiful.
Xuan Ling felt so distressed that his heart was about to break. He held her face and said softly, "Baby, who made you angry? I'll help you vent your anger."
Sheng Xiyan bit her lip and whimpered, not knowing how to question. She was too angry, too sad, too shocked, and not sure.
She relies on a woman's sixth sense.
Queen Duan looked at the two's backs, a gloating smile appeared on her lips, and she pointed at the green tea cheese on the table.
"I present this dish of green tea yogurt to Princess Xueqiong."
The palace maid brought green tea and cheese to Xueqiong's table, "Princess, this is a gift from the Queen."
Xue Qiong stood up and saluted, and both of them showed slightly different smug smiles.
Xuan Ling simply picked up Sheng Xiyan by the waist and placed her on the soft couch in the side hall of Linde Hall.
The green plum blossom on her bun fell off, and Sheng Xiyan jumped up from the couch and stomped it hard with her feet, smashing it to pieces.
That’s not all. She grabbed all the green plum blossoms on her head and crushed them hard.
Green plum, green plum, it is indeed unlucky, with the same meaning as green hat!
Xuan Ling looked at her abnormal behavior, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. He supported her weak shoulders and said, "Yan Yan, if you don't like green plums, I will pick red plums for you? E plums? Winter plums?"
Sheng Xiyan stared at him with her peach blossom eyes wide open. These black and white eyes could only look at her, a woman, with affection.
"What's wrong? Tell me."
Sheng Xiyan felt dizzy due to her excitement, and the three babies in her belly began to move actively, and the peony ancient satin outer skirt was obviously bulging.
Xuan Ling was so scared that he touched her belly: "Yan Yan, sit down quickly and stop crying. Be careful not to disturb the fetus."
As soon as his hand touched her face, Sheng Xiyan pushed it away angrily: "Don't touch me!"
Xuan Ling frowned. Normally, when she was being naughty, he could always coax her into good humor.
But today she spoke in a harsh tone and didn't explain why, leaving him completely confused.
Xuan Ling gently pulled his collar and paced aside to calm himself down.
Hua Xia wiped Sheng Xiyan's tears with a handkerchief and asked softly, "My Lady, what's wrong with you?"
Sheng Xiyan couldn't stop crying. When she was hurt in the past, her first reaction was to turn around and leave, but today she just wanted to cry.
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